Agent K | Log 001

[most_feared]

Who: Agent K | Misc
What: A Day in the Life (and the investigation)
When: Between now and a little prior to the next news post.
Where: Around
Notes & Warnings: Just Kay's mouth. Doing this in action style just because it's easier right now.

(This isn't a real cut, it's a fake cut. Look at comments for starters.)

Comments

[most_feared]

Why didn't she pick him if he was so smart? [He asks as he starts to tear into the pie, disregarding how Narvin's currently looking at it.]

[timesbureaucrat]

I'm not entirely sure why she targeted me. Or why mine was the only mind Braxiatel was concerned about wiping. I am highly intelligent, earned one of the rare triple first at the Academy. [And modest, so modest...] But I'm not the only highly intelligent Time Lord on the planet. Or even in the Capitol.

[Narvin frowns, feeling like he's missing something.]

Perhaps Braxiatel was mistaken. Or there was something else, something that he never told me. [Knowing Brax as he did, he judges the latter option as most likely. Brax did like to keep his secrets.]

[most_feared]

Maybe the thing you needed to forget? [He pats Narvin's shoulder.] Well, I've learned at my job if I need to forget something I probably shouldn't have it. And if I should? Leave myself reminders of important stuff for emergencies.

[timesbureaucrat]

[He starts slightly at the pat, not expecting to be touched.]

If I had chosen to forget for myself I might agree. But I didn't have an opportunity to judge whether there was a chance I might need these memories some day. Braxiatel saw to that.

[He maybe almost misses Braxiatel, but he will still clutch every grievance against him until the end of his days.]

How often have you needed to forget things for your job?

[most_feared]

Sometimes.

[That's the only answer he gives between bites as Narvin continued to try and tap blood from a tree.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[It's like scrabbling at a granite boulder hoping that if you pry at it long enough it will open up like a box and reveal a prize.]

How do you make yourself forget? I didn't think that Earth had any sort of mind wipe technology and certainly not in your century.

[most_feared]

My organization has the technology. Earth as a whole doesn't.

[He's already nearly half done with that pie. Narvin might think it's disgusting, but Kay's enjoying it.]

[timesbureaucrat]

What sort of technology is it? Does it work along psychic principles, or rewire brain structure...? There are many ways of manipulating memories, after all.

[most_feared]

I really don't have the permission to divulge that sort of information openly. I've been pushing my luck with talking about my regular occupation but I do so in the circumstance that this is a non-standard location as defined by the Boltian Access of Information title 12 act in that humans and aliens interact and are peaceably aware of each other's existence.

Technology that we as a people have been given access to can't be shared with races not yet approved of.

But tell me more about a mindwipe sometime and it'd probably be a fair trade.

[He can dredge up a rule from the anals of alien legalese in a heartbeat.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Section 26 paragraph 8 of the nonintervention policy forbids the sharing of Gallifreyan technology to offworlders, especially when such technology might impact their development.

But since you already have a similar technology, and it would be an equal exchange of information for the sake of comparison, I think I can sufficiently justify it.

[most_feared]

[He snorts as if that's a punchline to a joke.] Seems fair. [And he pushes his near demolished pie out of the way, hands off his credit card, and after punching in a tip he stands up.]

Maybe later, slick. Good luck in asking around, but try to remember you're not security. [He walks around him, putting on his sunglasses just because it's a little bright out.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Slick? He brushes his hands down the front of his civilian tunic and over his hair, wondering if he has some machine oil on them. Nope. It must be another one of Kay's curious nicknames.]

Yes, sir, I'll try to keep that in mind, Agent.

[Narvin couldn't call it a wasted conversation. He'd enjoyed it well enough. But he couldn't help but notice that Kay got more information about him than vice versa.]

Perhaps we can talk again some time.